Page 13 of Serving my Dragon
Me, I got handed some bags with leftovers, Mama muttering, “For that creature.”
Looked like I remained the bad son for adopting a lizard.
We strolled home, Kayleigh with her hand tucked on my bicep. Blame the beer with dinner for making me mellow and enjoying it. When we reached my house, Kayleigh paused before going inside.
“Thank you for a lovely evening.” She leaned up and brushed her lips on my cheek and set my blood on fire.
My uncles would have screamed at me to kiss her properly. Being a gentleman, I simply replied, “I’ll be sure to let Mama know you enjoyed it.”
“Your mama is an epic cook. That meal was so delicious,” Kayleigh exclaimed as we entered the house to hear the television still playing.
“I always told her she should have been a chef instead of a seamstress.”
“She can sew too? So jealous. I can cook but that’s about the only thing I can do with my hands. It’s a good thing I teach kindergarten because even my art skills are meh.” Said with a giggle.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“You obviously have never seen my stick people drawings.” More laughter followed before Kayleigh kicked off her shoes and sang, “Polly, baby, we’re home.”
“And we have food.” I added. Probably unnecessarily as the bags I carried emitted a savory scent.
A lizard head popped up over the back of the couch, and in perfect Spanish Pollita said, “Ya es hora de que me muera de hambre.”
Chapter Five
I blinked in surprise while Kayleigh exclaimed, “Did Polly just speak? I don’t know much Spanish but that sure sounded like real words.”
“Because they were,” I said slowly with confusion. I would have thought I was dreaming if Kayleigh hadn’t heard it.
“What did she say?”
“About time. I’m starved.”
“What a smart lizard.” Kayleigh clapped her hands. “I’m going to ready a plate of yummies for the good girl.” Off she went with the bag while I frowned. Perhaps it had been the television that orated with uncanny timing.
“What took you so long?” Pollita complained in slightly accented Spanish, hopping from the couch.
“How is it you’re actually talking?” I gaped in stunned disbelief.
“I always did, you just couldn’t understand me before. This magical device is quite informative.” Pollita waved to the television. “Although, the people caught inside the box appear to have overly dramatic lives.”
“I don’t understand what’s going on.” I sat down hard on the couch. “Lizards don’t speak.”
“Lizards don’t. I do.”
“If you’re not a lizard then what are you?” I asked.
Pollita’s head cocked. “I am unsure of the word in your language as my kind didn’t appear at any time in your magic box.”
“It’s a television.”
“Whatever.”
Kayleigh emerged from the kitchen with a heaping plate. “Look at what Lola sent home for you to eat. Wait until you taste it.” She placed it on the low table but Pollita didn’t immediately pounce on it.
“The female speaks a different language,” my not-a-lizard observed.
“It’s known as English.”
